"Old man's monologue."

The Killers - Mr. Brightside 
(Jacques Lu Cont's Thin White Duke Remix).

Lyrics here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/mrbrightside-jacques-lu-conts-thin-white-duke-remix-lyrics-the-killers.html

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...His pen and paper...

"The Old Man's Monologue."

And I just have to hit play.
This music engulfs me, it's the last one that I remembered
- Sir -

Uuuohhh......................................................................
Oh duh...
I wanted to hit play
This song...
It was a weird one...not yet so much understood
...not yet so much understood
It had a funky beat no doubt
It mainly had a focus, on how...
There is always doubt in our world
It was amazing...
I can't describe it's...loveliness
It was just right for the mood you know?
So it plays, and it makes me want to write
Right here...
Right now.
But I have a speech to give
As old as I am
I be 75...
And old man they say...
But I, oh I say much different.
If they only understood,
What I have to say.
But in there lies the problem,
They don't understand in what way,
I am portraying it.
I'm an oddball of sorts, one who wonders on things
Everything really,
There's the sinke
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They don't get my oddity.
And that's where I get my Lolr on.
I get my lol'ing on.
I bathe in my lolens.
Cute little things, that make you laugh.
See the word: AWESOME!
See the phrase: Done! and Done! Son!

As my monologue goes on
All I hope is that I am remembered
Before I die an old man
I am the caption, erm...Captain, Hardwood
That is my name,
It is Lance Hardwood

And basically

I make Justin Bieber look like a tool

I am the real stuff

I have roamed this woods,

For soo long,

I often got caught up

In my own gatherings...

In my own,
Mind...
Really...

Unexplainable things,

This is my badge,

So to speak,

That sounded like as a screech would sound...

It was scary,

And whoooo...did it make me jump like a clown.

- Sir...you are wanted on stage. -

Oh thank you Frank, thank you...

Oh you...

- That is a truly funny observation sir... -

Have a good night tonight.

- You too sir. -

I get lost in thought

I saw it coming...

But I didn't stop it.

It's my curse.

I think of the ,"darndest", things.

And then people get my attention.

When I am a' (*Insert falling "miss"* .

Pause = Correction.

I tend to ramble

Until I get it right the first time

When I am a' (*Insert falling*) "miss".

- Sir... -

Oh yes...

Here we are,

Here we go,

Let's go,

I have everything,

It's time to shine.

I just hope the light,

Isn't too bright,

When I have to make,

The last word mean the most,

For you see,

The best is at the last,

So don't undermine,

Your time.

Get shit done I say,

And I am 75,

75,

This is my brethren that I see,

In the mirror,

This is me,

And I can do things,

And here is my speech,

That I screech,

To the crowd,

At my feet...

And they listen,

Oh how they roar,

They are my sea anemone,

My fans,

They are my family.

And as I speak to the crowd,

They just take me in,

Into my metaphorical mirror,

That I can't spell ---

That I can't dispel...

And they love it.

And Oh how I...

Love them.

And "whoo",
How lost I get at the thought...

I love life.

Even at 75...

Love is in the air,

And I can't explain this story,

As my laptop lays atop my desk,

And the crown of my head,
Spots where they are balding,

That I just don't hide,

Just because I am...

Just that cool...

Old guy.

I feel like I am 20,

And I can't believe it...

They just don't understand,

And I can't explain,

For I am choked in memories.

I seem to know a lot,

A lot about everything,

I am the wise man,

In this new day,

And I don't feel like giving it up...
Anytime soon.

Yes...yes, that is what I'll tell them,

My friends,

That is the story I will tell,

Here at my desk,

I will tell the story of my being,

Of my adventuring...

Of your reading.

We will all experience all the same realization of life.

We will understand it all one day...

But not today.

So do not fret...

Not is all lost,

And no matter how much it will cost...

I will fix this damn mike,

And learn to speak.

Yes that is what I'll write...

And in the end,

It will all be a spell.

- We're ready for you sir... -

Oh yes...

Let's go,

We have a show...

You see...Sir

You are an actor in this play...

You have a line...

To say.

And even if the first word you say is right...

We all go wrong eventually.

...And I remember...

You aren't the controller of your life.

It just goes...

You are the controller of the controller of your life,

Yes...

That will be my last line of the night...

"So get it right...get it right."

"Good night...Good night."
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*Close curtains*